Plans come together, I fall apart (almost)
Well, it is truly heady days at the moment. I fly out on the 9th of April, which, for those of us who are calender minded, is a bloody soon. I have sold;
* My 652litre fridge to a guy call Marco
* My Ikea wardrobe and chest of drawers to a woman call Carol
I have yet to sell;
* My beautiful bed
* My lovely futon couch (aka "The Viper Lounge" aka "The Painful Rubix Cube") [I have seen grown men cry trying to put it together, and grown men and women... well, lets just leave that to the imagination]
I have nearly finished;
* Packing (although it is at the "I have never seen a greater mess in my life" stage, rather than the "Thank heaven thats finished" stage)
* Work (actually, much to do here and if there is anything keeping me awake at night and really NOT enjoying the count down to leaving it is the remaining work and the death defying timeline to finish it in)
* Planning my trip
* Learning French and Italian (may not be true)
However, I am pleased to announce that within all of this I am maintaining about the level of sanity that could reasonably be expected, which is to say, I have nearly lost it on several occasions. And yet, and yet, it comes together anyhow. At some point soon I will be scrumpled into a little airplane seat hopefully in possession of the things that I need and hopefully not fleeing an absolute mess.
Bring it on, I say!
* My 652litre fridge to a guy call Marco
* My Ikea wardrobe and chest of drawers to a woman call Carol
I have yet to sell;
* My beautiful bed
* My lovely futon couch (aka "The Viper Lounge" aka "The Painful Rubix Cube") [I have seen grown men cry trying to put it together, and grown men and women... well, lets just leave that to the imagination]
I have nearly finished;
* Packing (although it is at the "I have never seen a greater mess in my life" stage, rather than the "Thank heaven thats finished" stage)
* Work (actually, much to do here and if there is anything keeping me awake at night and really NOT enjoying the count down to leaving it is the remaining work and the death defying timeline to finish it in)
* Planning my trip
* Learning French and Italian (may not be true)
However, I am pleased to announce that within all of this I am maintaining about the level of sanity that could reasonably be expected, which is to say, I have nearly lost it on several occasions. And yet, and yet, it comes together anyhow. At some point soon I will be scrumpled into a little airplane seat hopefully in possession of the things that I need and hopefully not fleeing an absolute mess.
Bring it on, I say!
posted by tangles at 4:59 PM
13 Comments:
Lovely to speak to you chicken. It's going to be so wonderful to have you here. Good times are in abundance and just around the corner!
Stay focussed on the end goal - giggling fits in various continental locations!
xxx.
PS: I find a strategic: 'oh la la' and a wink gets you far!
xxx
Hang in there tangles. Keep your eye on the prize and suggestions about furniture disturbing. I have sat on the couch!
Well Choco, all I am saying is that many people have done a leeeetle more than just sit down. It is a good couch! What do you expect? I am proud to have a couch with such a vibrant and successful pedagree.
hmm, when I read "I have seen grown men cry trying to put it together", I actually took it as euphamism for something else...
Ian : No ... sadly it is a very painful couch to put together. Men do go weak at the knees, but that is after precariously balancing 200kgs of hard wood on said knees while trying to line up with the opposite end.
KT : I am practicing "Oh la la" when I go to sleep at night. And wearing lots of striped shirts. These two things will get me far!
Don't forget the onions round the neck, a beret, a bicycle with a basket of baguettes on the front, and a hot air balloon full of yoplait!
I sat on it too. Note: Sat ONLY.
Chicken - you have ruined my composure, I am all in stiches and the stiches have burst and I am a giggling mess on the floor....
Ian : Ahh yes. Don't you worry. Actually, do worry. I certainly do.
Katie dear, it ruined my composure too. Hopefully to be regained in full at a later date. As for the couch, at worst, if it does not sell before the weekend is through, I am going to donate it to charity. I think that is what everyone and anyone who was ever involved would have wanted.
Sometimes things get to a certain point. When things get to a certain point the only thing that one can do is start flailing your arms enthusiastically and attempt to punch thru. So, do all you can, and when you reach this point (and you will know it when you reach it... it will be the point when all appears lost, and you are totally overwhelmed), make fists of your hands, and start swinging. Thats my prescription!
Yes, big B. I have my fists already slightly clenched. That certain point is this weekend. Things are going to be interesting. I can't wait til everything is wrapped up..
I agree with barry's comments. I would say, in my experience, travelling alone you make your own luck. Sounds a bit gay, but it's true.
Just try to do as much as possible, and talk to as many people as possible, so even if the ratio of jubbly:homo is not so hot, there'll still be lots of goodness in terms of absolute numbers. And, since you meet new people every day, the bad is very easy to leave behind and forget about.
End result: lots of great memories, and new friends!
Google saves your chats you know - I suggest you read through it again for a cheer up when and if things get tough. I've read it twice now.
I have cleared your stay with my flatties and am wholeheartedly excited.
You will be fine, it's really no big deal if you are a friendly, nice person. Travel twats are easy to spot, generally wearing linen pants is a key sign...as is gloating about the favourable exchange rate.
I feel the flu coming on circa Dam time.
Love you!
xxx
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